Laviku's Plunder II

by **Prophet** on March 13th, 2016, 2:01 pm

In a consuming mass of foam, froth and cold; the waters closed around Amunet. They pulled her under the surface and spun her around tossing her as if she was nothing more than a leaf on the wind. The wake of the passing ship had churned up an awful mess and the Drykas healer was stuck in the middle. After a few moments, her head would surface long enough for an exchange of air. The brief rest was torn asunder by a wicked current that would pull her by her legs back beneath the waves. Amunet would be rolled over and over again while the cold water used its icy fingers to reach deep into her bones and steal her warmth. Just when the last little bit of air was spent and the bursts of light begin to appear because her brain was struggling to remain conscious; Amunet would find herself face down on the shore.

The grass and sand was not much warmer than the water and the air certainly completed the task of stripping her body of any remaining warmth. The bright side of this situation was that she would be able to breathe again. There was more bad news, unfortunately. A large splash followed by several shouts came from the water. A small rowboat had been deployed and manned by three pirates. It was turning itself to retrieve the escaped girl. Apparently, the losses sustained thus far were unacceptable to the captain and he wanted his toys back. Amunet would have plenty of time to get up and run away from these men. The point was surely to be moot as a roar accented by water crashing to the shore. A shadow fell over the woman’s tiny, wet frame and then it laughed in a mocking sound that may have caused more chills than the elements.

“Be a good little whore and don’t make me chase you…” Goada boomed as he stomped onto the shore. “It’ll be easier for you that way…” The he said something in Tukant that revealed the evil in his eyes. He made steady and deliberate steps towards Amunet. The water ran in tiny rivers in the crevices that were formed by his muscular body. He held no weapons but his hands were as big as her head. Things were not looking good.

by **Amunet** on March 28th, 2016, 10:53 pm

The ice chill instantly hit her soon as she hit the water. The shock of it threatened to take her breath from her. If it wasn’t that which took her breath then the churning water that was the fingers of Laviku seemed to be pulling the breath from her. Her mind cried out to the God of the Seas, to the Goddess of Health and Healing to preserve her. Her body was soon a turning bluish with the cold as she could barely feel her legs and arms. Laviku graced her the surface to get a breath of air before his fingers claimed her legs and drew her down. Over and over, tumbling in nothingness as she tried to make sense of where she was and where the surface was.

Her body could not fight the current and waves as her mind dipped deeper into its protective shell and into an inner darkness that surely was her way to the web. This had to be it. ‘Dear Goddess Rak’keli, forgive me my trespasses.’ The girl couldn’t even feel her tear ducts as there was no fighting the realm of Laviku. There was no fighting this deafening sound of the water around her that grew darker and darker as she sunk deeper and deeper into what she was sure was to be her tomb. As the last bubble of air escaped her lips and her lungs begged to take a breath of water, there was a great shove as her weakened mortal form plummeted towards something.

It was unclear how the water met the brown of the land but the waves pushed and rolled the form onto the shore. Amunet hacked and coughed up an amazing amount of water before she in took the longest and best breath of clear air she could imagine ever breathing. The girl forced her arms and palms to lift her torso out of the water that still splashed over her already cold form . If she didn’t think she was cold before, the wind of the water meeting the earth blew across her frozen skin to cause a shiver that she thought she was past. The girl took another breath as she braced her torso off of the water dripping as she looked across the water at the row boat. This caused her heart to start racing as she had to get her legs beneath her no matter how frozen they were.

That was until the impact tremor of the heavy footfalls of the bane of her current existence came to her form. Stark fear crossed her eyes briefly as he called her that hateful word. The other words he didn’t understand but this blue giant did not have a decent view of women much less virtuous ones. She turned and instinctively scooted away from the danger as panic and adrenaline found her frozen legs working. “No.” She said at first as his large form and hands came ever closer. She screamed at him “No!!” The girl tried to find her legs to get up and run. All she had was that she was not burdened by heavy clothing, weapons or anything heavy and a fresh shot of adrenaline. The young Healer had no idea how far away she was to anything much less which direction as home. That didn’t matter at the moment as the clear and present danger was nipping at her heels literally.

by **Prophet** on April 3rd, 2016, 10:38 pm

Goada shook his limbs out and was in no apparent hurry. In his mind, there’s no way a woman half his size would ever get away from him. As the redhead began to scramble about in an attempt to rise and run, he quickened his pace taking several large strides to close the gap between them. Her tiny feet were picking up speed so he stretched out in a leap with his arms flying ahead of him. The Akalak easily spanned over ten feet when stretched out like this and his massive paws came down against the back of her legs. He grasped at the dress but the impact would certainly knock her down. The evil, blue man lifted his face from the sand with granules stuck to him and the irritation revealed itself in the form of the blue skin turning purple. He roared as he crawled towards Amunet. “You’re going to suffer for this, vajik!”

The massive form loomed ever closer; his size always betraying the truth of his speed. He was only a tick or two from catching a firm hold of Amunet when a bird flew down and across his face. He swatted at it, missed but had to pause. He growled and went after the redhead again but a second bird came into his space. The two feathered creatures were some kind of long-beaked beach scavenger and they swarmed, dipped and tormented the Akalak to the point where he had to stop completely. This would go on until Amunet could run far enough to be out of sight.

After half a bell of fleeing, Amunet would no longer hear the sounds of shouting and angry mumbles chasing after her. The wind was howling but the sky was clear of clouds for the time being. For many chimes, Amunet would wander along what looked like game trail. There were plenty of roots and berries to sate any hunger she might be feeling but there was no fresh water available in this area. As the Syna’s orb made her way across the sky, a sweet song started to chase the air around the healer. There were bugs and birds about but none seemed to be causing the music that Amunet was hearing. Suddenly, a long-billed curlew landed on the path in front of her. It chirped the exact tune that filled her space. A second one flew over and disappeared into the brush. A moment later, a woman popped up and waved to Amunet. She was small and had a large nose, dark brown hair and pale skin with freckles.

“One second, dearie! I’m puttin’ my skivvies on!” The shrill voice called out. The bird on the path flew off and landed back by the woman. When she finally did emerge, she had a young man next to her and both were clothed in some very simple cotton garbs that were something like robes but much heavier and made for the outdoors. “I’m Kyla and this be my boy, Kenner. Say hi, boy.” The boy kept his eyes on the ground but mumbled a hello. Kyla offered a peaceful smile that made the wrinkles on her face deepen. “You look like you could use some help, dearie and I’m inna position to offer it but you gotta tell me why that giant was after ya on the beach, yeah?” Her eyes pierced the gaze of the young healer and waited patiently for a reply.

by **Amunet** on April 21st, 2016, 3:53 pm

Big hulking blue men with big hulking manly package with big hulking legs that were bigger around than her entire body it seemed was bounding after her like a hurricane. She couldn’t help but scream as her limbs spurned into action despite the sheer amount of fatigue. Desperation and sheer will of wanting to live could do wonders when an insane amount of adrenaline was applied. The full length of his body and arms fully extended came down and caught her leg as they both went into the sand. Her heel retracted, came up and then snaped out as more sand went into his face as her other foot got traction into the sand and she used it to propel her as much forward as possible so she could get back on her feet to keep running. The scene could have been funny if she wasn’t so utterly terrified.

The red head’s fatigue only gained her a few inches from the booming voice and the meaty hand that yearned to claim her. She missed the first bird that sailed towards his face. Then the other one which caused her head to turn as he was swatting at them. Amunet wasted no time in gaining her feet and gaining distance. Where those birds came from, she was not sure. The girl gave a prayer to Caihya quickly in thanking her for the birds and to Laviku for not taking her into the depths as the waves brought her here. Surely it was some Godly intervention for this, but the girl had little time to think as she rounded up the path. It was a thin trail as she knelt down for a chime or two to listen behind her. She could almost not believe that the hulking voice and heavy footfalls was not there anymore.

A few chimes went by as she sat there and each chime her anxiety lessened a bit. The head turned down onto the trail and caught a print or two here and there. This must be a game trail. The healer got to her feet very slowly as she walked the trail as the low grasses gave way to low shrubs. She gasped and wept with relief as she sat back down as she grabbed a handful of berries and shoved them into her mouth. Inbetween the beds were root vegetables, onion flowers and more berries. She spent the next half bell to a full bell picking and eating. There might not be any water but the berries provided some moisture. “Thank you Caihya for the food. Thank you Rak’keli for the strength it provides.” She had no offering other than her sincere heart.

The girl moved along stiffly and slowly as Syna advanced. The warmth from Syna was another blessing. “Thank you Syna.” The girl looked up at the sun as she said this. There was a melody on the air. Though there was abundance of life, the head turned this way and that as the melody was beautiful. Then the curlew landed. She couldn’t help but smile at the curlew singing. It was a lovely bird. She knelt down to listen to the bird if it allowed her to be reasonably close. Amunet didn’t want to scare it off. Then the second one went flying into the bushes. The noise of the head popping up was what startled her in as much as the wave. The arms went against her chest as that little body scrunched in around and turned to the side in stark fear as the woman waved. The talk of skivvies caused her to blush as she remained defensive as the second one, a male it seemed, appeared.

She wanted to help? Her head turned towards the terrifying circumstances she left behind and regarded the woman for a chime or two before Amunet spoke. “The big blue man one of pirates on boat, with lots of boats. Took many of my people. I.. I.. dove off the edge of the boat first chance. Big blue man, followed. tried to.. They.. not nice. “ Boat or Ship, the girl didn't know the difference. She found herself tearing up. She hugged herself as she looked about ready to run again. ‘what if they were part of those horrible people on that boat. Wait, that was not fair,’ came the next thought. ‘They wouldn’t be out here doing.. well.’ The pale face was dusted with another blush as she averted her gaze. The gentle young lady had the right side of her face towards Kyla and the young man. When those light sky blue eyes found the elder woman’s again the fear mixed in with the compassionate nature of the young healer was in that gaze

by **Prophet** on May 2nd, 2016, 1:13 am

Kenner listed as Amunet spoke and whispered something to his mother while his index finger gently traced along his cheek mimicking the mark of the healer. Kyla took a step forward and held out her hand. Her eyes were warm and inviting but held the truth of Semele in the reflection of Syna’s light. Even though the redhead did not know this woman, she would certainly feel very comfortable by her presence as if the young Drykas had been held by her long, long ago. “Come with me, dear. I know a way to get you home.”

Kenner turned and moved along the game path ahead of the women. His head swiveled about much as a bird would dousing the benefit of his keen kelvic sight to make sure nothing in the Sea of Grass would sneak up on them as they traveled. Kyla would wait for Amunet as long as necessary before she would lead the girl along that same path. The walk would be easy and the distance would carry them away from the shore for some time. Syna’s face would rise to its peak and then begin to fall before they women would catch up to Kenner. He was resting upon a strange looking mound with his hands folded upon his chest and eyes closed. His body was flat against the gentle arch and his skin seemed to be soaking up the warmth that the light provided while absorbing the cool from the ground below. The young man sat up slowly and turned to face his mother and the healer. “Everything’s ready.” He hopped down and walked around the other side of the earthen berm.

Kyla nodded then patted Amunet on the back of her hand and led her by it to follow the boy. Once they rounded the corner, the redhead would get a view of a sacred place. Kenner stood next to some of the greenest grass anyone would ever see. It was in a perfect ring around a pool of white murky water that couldn’t have been very deep (or so it seemed) and was as calm as glass. Upon closer inspection, the perfectly emerald blades each contained tiny glyphs on their broad surfaces that shone with an internal light which was a lighter shade of green. Kyla slipped away from Amunet wand walked over to her boy. The young man handed his mom and stick that was about three feet long and had all sorts of talismans and charms hanging from the staff. The kelvic woman turned to Amunet and knelt next to the waters. That same calm demeanor was covering her face and form. After a few ticks, the medicine woman began to explain what was going on.

“Long ago, there were powerful men and women who walked this place with the gods. The lords of Ukalas shared many secrets with their people and made mortals powerful. Some of the people used these secrets for evil purposes; anger, greed, lust, pride and vengeance.” Kyla broke her stare with Amunet and gazed into the water. The words seemed to bother the thing as a soft churning began from deep down causing the milky substance within to swirl and even bubble. The woman’s high-pitched voice continued. “There were a few who took these gifts for what they were and shared them with the whole of Mizahar.” Her voice took a more cheerful tone. “Making this place better for all of us is a calling that you can understand, isn’t it Amunet?” Kyla gave a shy smile and touched the troubled water with her staff. It instantly went back to looking like milky glass instead of a churned up riverbed.

“This pool is one such place. It’s hidden here amidst the grass because the sea of green allows it to hide and move. The waters are blessed by a few gods, which ones I do not know, but it’s always given me the sense that it means to help us.” Kyla motioned for the young girl to come closer. “If you are pure of heart and have love for your home, these waters will send you there but like all magic, there is a cost.” Kyla looked at her boy but only briefly. “The mystic waters take your time. It may be bells or days or weeks or years. Everything depends on how far away you are. You climb into the water. You pray to your gods and you think of the place your heart longs to be.” Kyla smiled and leaned forward. “You’ll fall asleep here with us and then wake up with your people.” The older woman nodded as if hearing an unspoken question. “I know this to be true because it took me to my Kenner when someone stole him from me. I found him at the cost of many years of my life but he was halfway across the world. If you wish to use this gift, all you have to do is believe.” The woman got up and moved to stand next to her ‘boy’. They gazed at one another the way that lovers do and it was clear that Kyla’s story was all true.

by **Amunet** on June 17th, 2016, 12:45 am

The woman’s hands were as warm as a stone that had been resting near the fire. Sometimes in winter this was done to warm beds up though some would end up in the River Flower with aches of having slept on rocks literally. Amunet’s hand was gripped with the strength and warmth of this elder lady that seemed to tell the red head what she needed to know. Such eyes and such kindness did not tarry with the wicked. She could help her get home, though how was a curiosity as she followed the mother and son team.
The poor girl had to move slowly considering her condition as she apologized repeatedly for having to rest frequently. The woman was patience incarnate. The further from the shore they went the more relaxed and assured she was of her safety with these people. The cool winter wind caused her to shiver on more than one occasion. Amunet reached down to find as much strength she could find to keep going to where they led her.

The day was just about spent as they reached this oddly shaped mound of earth. There was a comfort from it in an odd way. Her eyes grew curious as she followed Kayla towards the waters. What she saw made her softly gasp as the glyphs did not escape her sharp eyes as she looked around. The girl gently took her hand from the woman as she knelt to the grass to closely inspect it. Amunet had an urge to pick the grass but she didn’t dare as the sacredness of this place did not escape the spiritual girl. “What is this place?” She asked in her soft silken voice. Amunet wanted to commit the glyphs on the grass to memory.

It was then she saw the strange staff as those eyes of wonder furrowed with that curious expression that was her bane and her attribute. As the woman told the story, she listened intently to her as she moved softly to kneel where the woman was at. The milky glass churned at the anger as if it was repelling it and then calmed with a touch of the lady’s staff. When Kyla asked if she knew what she meant by answering the calling all she could do was nod. “How did you know?” She had to ask. In rags and barely able to walk or stand, how did the lady know Amunet was of such that answered the call of the gods with a fervor of spirit that most did not understand. Yet here was this elder wise lady Kelvic who could. The yearning for such understanding and having just a little bit of that understanding was as keen as a knife to the soul.

The woman explained the pool’s purpose and the cost. Her home was well worth the cost. Belief was in abundance with this spiritual girl. “My home and my people need me. “ The red head didn’t think another moment as she went into the pool and knelt in the milky wateras she bent her head down and thought of the people of Endrykas and the help they needed, especially after the pirate raid. Her Strider and the Striders that were as much a part of the drykas people as the humans. The strong emotion of love and willingness to pour her heart to her people to help them be stronger as she prayed to Rak’keli, Zulrav, Caiyha, Semele, Syna, Leth, and Laviku for keeping her safe on the sea. She focused on her words for several chimes with closed eyes as she fervently wished and believed with all her being to be with her people.

by **Prophet** on July 6th, 2016, 10:03 pm

The older woman smiled as Amunet professed her love for her kind. It was warming to the soul for the kelvic to witness such devotion and she entered the pool with the little redhead. Her hands stroked the healer’s hand and forearm while she chanted a melodic phrase in a language that Amunet would not recognize. The waters seemed to warm and swirl beneath the calming chorus. Life was being poured from the kelvic’s words into the pool but in truth, it was life that Amunet was giving from her own body and siphoning into the milky liquid that was causing the stir.

The young woman would not notice the changes taking place. She would not feel the subtlety of the spell until many years later. The only changes she would see and feel would be those of the water. It swirled around her creating walls and barriers that shifted and rose higher as the witch sang louder. The kelvic released Amunet’s hand and stepped back; partially of her own accord but also because the magic forced her to the water’s edge. If Amunet opened her eyes, she would see the white waters swirling with colors of red, pink, green, blue and yellow. They danced and blended among each other but never lost their initial integrity. When the waves rose above Amunet to the point where it was twice as high as her bent form, the whirlpool collapsed around her and submerged her body in an explosion of warm magic, cold liquid and hot air. The contrasting forces would feel like an immense pressure and prevent her from opening her mouth and eyes as well as keep her from taking a breath.

This would feel like falling into a deep sleep or a dream to the red-headed Drykas. Time would pass slowly in this state even though the spell took only part of a season to complete. To Amunet, this deep slumber would last three seasons in which her hair would grow, her nails would elongate and her mind would feel weary as if she had been awake for the entire time. Like a child born into the cruel world, Amunet would awaken with the cold rush of water and air against her body and the waters would spit her out on shore into the sands. The air smelled of death and scorched earth but the fatigue from the magic was so great that she would pass out before she could gather more than a few ticks of an image. This would be her resting place near her people. Albeit one of exhaustion, the sleep she would now entertain will be natural and given the right set of circumstances, she will wake up without issue.

OOC :

by **Jasmine Stormblood** on August 29th, 2016, 7:26 pm

Let me know if i missed anything dear

Amunet

XP

Cleaning: 1 XP
Medicine: 1 XP
Socialization: 3 XP
Running: 4 XP
Deception: 2 XP
Planning: 1 XP
Unarmed Combat: 2 XP
Swimming: 2 XP
Foraging: 1 XP
Endurance: 3 XP

Lores

Medicine: blood lose during birth can kill a mother
Medicine: bleeding with no dilation is a bad sign
Amunet: heart broken by death
Amunet: a light sleeper
Deception: fool a man with bedroom noises
Run from danger, then find home
Foraging: berried provide moisture, when no water is around

Miscellaneous

+ 1 set of damaged leather Armor